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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 8, Issue 7 (November 1, 1933)

Stormy Night

Stormy Night.

The train goes clattering into the rain-dark night,
And the passengers huddle together as if in fright.
We feel alone in the midst of the roaring night,
I believe we would scream if someone put out the light.
Another train passes, with white and mysterious faces
Flashing away like ghosts to chaotic places.
The carriage shudders… I think of the long ago,
When on such a night my hands held a bowl of snow.
The radiant cup of your face; of the long ago
When I drank, like wine from a chalice of silver, the glow
And the ice of your being. I thirst for your stormy graces …
The train goes clattering on, mutters and clanks and races.

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